My lacking husband gets his big-dicked friend to fuck me

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“Take control now, Jackson,” Adam directed. “Fuck her throat.” Jackson propped one leg up on the cushion before pushing my head back against the couch. I was trapped there, between the couch and his hips, as he furiously thrusted.

“ULK, ULK, ULK.” I gagged the entire time, tears filling my eyes as I fought to breathe. Jackson was merciless, grunting with pleasure as his cock rammed repeatedly down my throat. A few times he paused, letting me feel the full effect of his massive dick invading my esophagus, before speeding up again.

“That’s enough,” Adam said. Jackson stopped immediately. “Strip her.” I was still trying to recover from the deep-throating when Jackson pulled me to my feet. I stood there perfectly still as he unzipped my dress and pushed the fabric off my body. I was left standing in my black lace bra and thong.

“Very sexy,” Jackson remarked as he felt the lace. He didn’t admire my bra very long before expertly unhooking it.

“She looks sexy in everything,” Adam said. “And nothing.” When my bra was on the floor Jackson quickly pulled down my panties, which were already soaked through. This entire situation was turning me on so much. I was going to get to fuck this gorgeous, huge-dicked guy, and my loving husband was going to get off on it. I was glad we were both going to feel exhilarating pleasure this evening – it hardly ever happened.

“Let’s get her on the kitchen table,” Adam said thoughtfully. “You’re gonna play with her tits and pussy for a while.” The three of us moved into the kitchen and Jackson helped me onto my back on the table – I guess a different type of dinner party was happening now, and I was the meal. The wood felt cold beneath my warm, naked skin. I shivered in anticipation as Jackson stood over me and studied my body, like a surgeon wondering where to begin.

“Run your hands all over her,” Adam directed. “Make sure to really feel up those gorgeous tits. Bree loves that.” Jackson placed his big hands on my hips and slowly moved them up my stomach and towards my breasts. Finally he reached my tits and grabbed two giant handfuls, massaging them firmly. When his thumbs brushed against my nipples, I let out a quiet moan.

“Do you like that, honey?” Adam asked me. I turned to look at my husband, who was stroking his hard dick again as he watched us.

“Yes,” I told him. “But I want his mouth on my tits now.”

“You heard her,” Adam said to Jackson. He quickly bent over me and started sucking on my right tit. I moaned again and closed my eyes again. As I laid there and enjoyed Jackson’s tongue and teeth all over my nipple, I looked back at Adam. It suddenly hit me that Jackson’s wants and desires were completely irrelevant here. He was simply a tool that my husband was using to fuck me.

“Finger her while you do that,” Adam said. Jackson, mouth switching to my left tit, ran his hand down my body and slipped it between my legs. He rubbed at my entrance, and when he felt how wet I was, slipped two fingers inside me.

“Ohhhhh,” I said, eagerly wiggling beneath him.

“I need more,” I whispered to Adam. It was funny that I didn’t even think to ask Jackson. He wasn’t the one in charge here.

“Put another finger in her pussy,” Adam commanded. And just like that, three of Jackson’s fingers were now sliding in and out of me.

“Yesssss,” I moaned, bucking my hips upwards against Jackson’s hand. I felt the orgasm building quickly, and I needed that release now.

“Make her cum,” Adam said. Jackson’s fingers went plunging in and out of me even faster, and he used his thumb to rub my clit.

“Look at me when you cum,” Adam reminded me. I turned my head back to him and stared deep into his eyes as I suddenly thrust my hips high off the table and yelled out as Jackson sent that wave of pleasure washing over me.

“OHHHHHH Adam,” I panted out. I collapsed back down on the table, heart racing, staring at my husband with half-closed eyes. Adam had been stroking his dick furiously as I’d orgasmed. But as my pussy slowly stopped clenching around Jackson’s fingers, Adam stopped rubbing himself. He stepped forward until his dick was right above my face. Adam rested his shaft on my lips and gently rocked his hips back and forth, rubbing his dick against my soft lips. I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue. My husband moaned as he continued this. I kept waiting for him to shove his dick into my mouth, but he didn’t. As quickly as he’d started, Adam stopped and stepped away from me.

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